Harry looked at William after Tom had left and grinned. "Thso Dithstracting?", he asked.
Will rolled his eyes. "I just tried to figure out where this bruise came from...", he tried to excuse his staring to Harry and to himself. He didn't know wether it worked out or not though. He looked at Nadia who somehow seemed to be very amused about the exchange. Harry walked over to her and smiled.
"I would like to buy thsiths tchocolate bar, pleathse."
Nadia smiled back in a friendly manner. "Sure", she said and Harry held out the money to her. Then he took the bar and they left the shop again.

Tom couldn't help but smile at how cute William's blush had been when he had winked at him. It was something rare in these fields that people were true enough to show their emotions, and Tom thought even a blush counted for that category. The only times he'd allow himself to blush was, when he was with Chris. Slightly he shook his head about that. Tom wasn't stupid. He knew very well, that Chris was probably just using him, and that, as soon as he would turn away from the "Sabertooths", he would very quicky find out, how it feels to be their victim, but still Chris was the only one he could ever talk to. He was the only one who ever listened to him, who at least pretended to understand and feel with him. And still he had the feeling to know Chris. Maybe even better than his own brother. And he knew, that Chris knew him. Every dirty secret Tom tried to hide was out in the open for the examining leader of their gang. Somehow it seemed so tempting for Tom to have a secret of his own. One story only he would have to tell. One person, maybe, that only belonged to him, when he couldn't even have himself.
Tom sighed and chuckled to himself, as he thought: You shouldn't think like that. Chris can probably even read your thoughts. Then he got on his bike, absentmindedly threw William a last glance, and then started the motor. The loud noise brought him back to reality for a split second, which he used to start driving.
And he knew, should he really want to try it, he could just visit William. As absurd as it seemed.

Will saw Thomas drive away as he stepped out of the front door and he couldn't help but acknowledge the little stench in his heart. Somehow he had hoped to get a chance to talk to him again, maybe ask about that wink, maybe not. But at least talk to him. He looked to the ground as the motorcycle disappeared down the road, determined to return to his grumpy self and to now show any emotions.
"Let's head back, aye?", he asked Harry, who was happily chewing his chocolate bar and just gave a nod to Will's question.

This evening everyone felt a threatening silence falling over the town like a curse. Like the unthinkable was about to happen. Like two kings, friends, brothers, lovers, were about to break and their kingdom was to sink into chaos.